Party peopleIn the place to be (Uh huh)It´s about that timeFor us to (Yeah, uh huh)

Yo, what you know about goin´ outHead west, red Lex, TV´s all up in the headrestTry and live it upRide true, a bigger truckPeeps all glittered upStick up can, they go what?Jig wit it cuz ship crisp, split it allHo´s ride, get your nut ´till I can´t get it upI´m a big man, give this man roomI´d a hit everything, from Cancun to Grant´s tombWhy you standin´ on the wall?Hand on your ballsLighting up drugs always fightin´ in the clubI´m the reason they made the dress codeThey figure I wouldn´t wild when I´m in my french clothesDress as I suppose, from my neck to my toesNeck full of gold, baguettes in my RollsWreck shows, collect those, extra O´sBuy the E, get a key, to the Lex to holdEast, West, every state, come on, bury the hateMillions, the only thing we in a hurry to makeAre the friend that act´s friend in a Lex or a BenzLet´s begin, bring this BS to an endCome on

[1] - Bad, bad, bad, bad boyYou make me feel so goodYou know you make me feel so goodYou know you make me feel so good

Bad, bad, bad, bad boyI wouldn´t change you if I couldI wouldn´t change you if I couldI wouldn´t change you if I could

Ah ahYou can´t understand we be WaikikiSippin´ DP to the TV, look greedyLittle kids see me, way out in DCWith a Z3, chrome VB´s, they wanna be meNigga´s talkin´ shit they ought to quitI´m fortunate they don´t see a fourth what I getAnd those be the same ones walkin´ while I whipJust stylishing cars cuz they all true Nig´So while you daydream my Mercedes gleamAnd I deal with ho´s that pose in MaybelineOne time you had it all I ain´t mad at ya´llNow give me the catalog, I´ll show you how daddy boughtSix cars and power to fire big starsSit up, CEO style, smokin´ on cigars, niggaIt´s like ya´ll be talkin´ funnyI don´t understand language of people with short moneyCome on

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Ah ahDo Mase got the ladies?Do Puff drive Mercedes?Take hits from the 80´s?But do it sound so crazy?

Well me personally, It´s nothin´ personalI do what work for me, you do what work for youAnd I dress with what I was blessed withNever been arrested for nothin´ domesticAnd I chill the way you met meWith a jet ski attached to a SESmoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass catWhere my check be?Problem with ya´ll I say it directlyWent from hard to sweet, starved to eatFrom no hoes at shows to menage in suitesNow I be the cat that be hard to meetGettin´ head from girlsThat used to hardly speakCome on